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skims on my b!tch Video (MV)




Performed By: KiddoBans
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Dialla Traeye
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I walk out, I see my whip
I put skims all on my bitch
Crackhead, scratching like a itch
She too spoiled, throwing fits
You get bread, well I can too
I don't care about your troupes
Nigga, I don't even care about you
Nigga, I ain't never worried about you
ARP's, don't carry Glocks
I got Louis on my socks
We ain't f*ckin' with no bops
You a lame and I'm not
24, It don't feel the same
Who this? I don't know her name
F*ck bitches, I told ya
It's cool, cause I'm a soldier
Gotta watch that back door
You get what you ask for
I been out the country too much, I don' filled my passport
No, I don't know that whore
Score from that backcourt
Yeah, you need that stack more
No, I don't need shit from anybody, do my own thing
No, no, I don't f*ck with anybody, I'm a loner
I work for my money, see a check, I take the whole thing
Yeah, I'm on them clouds now, yeah, cause I'm a stoner
Pockets full, it look like I got a boner yuh
I want you lil baby, won't you come on closer yuh
This that gas, yeah, stinking, make my nose hurt yuh
You want money, get your own, that's what I told her yuh
Now she hurt
I walk out, I see my whip
I put skims all on my bitch
Crackhead, scratching like a itch
She too spoiled, throwing fits
You get bread, well I can too
I don't care about your troupes
Nigga, I don't even care about you
Nigga, I ain't never worried about you
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English

I walk out, I see my whip
I put skims all on my bitch
Crackhead, scratching like a itch
She too spoiled, throwing fits
You get bread, well I can too
I don't care about your troupes
Nigga, I don't even care about you
Nigga, I ain't never worried about you
ARP's, don't carry Glocks
I got Louis on my socks
We ain't f*ckin' with no bops
You a lame and I'm not
24, It don't feel the same
Who this? I don't know her name
F*ck bitches, I told ya
It's cool, cause I'm a soldier
Gotta watch that back door
You get what you ask for
I been out the country too much, I don' filled my passport
No, I don't know that whore
Score from that backcourt
Yeah, you need that stack more
No, I don't need shit from anybody, do my own thing
No, no, I don't f*ck with anybody, I'm a loner
I work for my money, see a check, I take the whole thing
Yeah, I'm on them clouds now, yeah, cause I'm a stoner
Pockets full, it look like I got a boner yuh
I want you lil baby, won't you come on closer yuh
This that gas, yeah, stinking, make my nose hurt yuh
You want money, get your own, that's what I told her yuh
Now she hurt
I walk out, I see my whip
I put skims all on my bitch
Crackhead, scratching like a itch
She too spoiled, throwing fits
You get bread, well I can too
I don't care about your troupes
Nigga, I don't even care about you
Nigga, I ain't never worried about you
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Writer: Dialla Traeye
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